1032, Jebble's Vault (Part 2)
"Threaten me? Hmph! There's no need for that. I can tell you this: I hid Jabble box inside the rings of some planet. Without the coordinates memorized in my head, no one will ever find it!" Shulk Heron snorted.
"So, are you selling it or not?" the broker asked.
"Five hundred thousand. Not a credit more, not a credit less. I'll sell it. But... I demand a face-to-face transaction, on Mimban." Shulk Heron said.
"No problem. I'll notify the buyer immediately." With that, the broker cut off the communication.
"So you're the one who wants to buy this 'Jebble's Vault'?" Shulk Heron scrutinized the mysterious figure before him, dressed head to toe in a black cloak with the hood pulled low over the upper half of his face.
They were currently in a secret stronghold on Mimban. After being led through several twists and turns, Heron had confirmed that the other party could not possibly bring in any more reinforcements before beginning the transaction.
"Five hundred thousand credits, all in cash credit ingots." Darth Malthael waved a hand. The only B-1 battle droid beside him immediately pushed over a large case. When it opened, it was filled with the metal currency.
Several burly men stood behind Shulk Heron. One of them picked up a scanner and examined several of the metal ingots, then nodded at Heron. "The money checks out, boss."
"You're being this straightforward? Aren't you afraid I'll take the money and run?" Shulk Heron asked.
"Haha, Heron, you really love joking around. With this boss's status, how could he possibly do something like that?" The broker, participating remotely through the communicator, laughed nervously.
"I really am curious about this boss's identity." Shulk Heron's expression instantly turned grave. "Jabble's treasure definitely isn't money,